His Concrete Lips

Ugh.

His Concrete Lips...
A lingering girl, tracing his chin with her fingers
Like a statue, he won't even move
She can feel him but he dosen't feel her

The Body is a temple, but it dosen't usually act like one
Where has his heart gone?

She'd touch him hesitantly...
As if nothing had changed,
Alas! This man had turned to stone! Petrified...

A glint in her eye...
Painful.

She longed for him to move and touch her...
Again;
The way that it used to be when he wasn't frozen.
If she'd left his side, maybe she'd find-
Someone who wasn't turned to stone.